we answer in a voice made of teeth.
An inkling, a slight sense of familiarity creeps up through the nape of her neck and she begins to wonder about this man. She does not know him, but she knows a Davke’s voice; that sharpness of tongue - distinctly feral and by no means that of a capitol-dweller - and a tone that did not bear pleasantries. Avdotya suspects, but she does not ask. Not yet. Instead, she waits, watching while he slinks from the water and stands at the shore, his wet skin gleaming in the newborn light of day.
”Raum is dead.” Her response is blunt, but it is laced with a minute sense of irritation. The bastard had gone and died before she was able get to him... not to end him herself (even she knew that pleasure was for Seraphina), but to make sure that he knew going into his death that she sought to take anything he may have ever loved. The viper wanted him to know that she would find it- find them and snuff their life out the way his own excessive laws had stolen her sister from her. She wanted him to know and she wanted him to suffer in the fact that there would be nothing he could do about it as he lay dying.
But Avdotya did not have that chance and she feels the ire that it has caused brewing in her chest. ”Let the squabbles over their sparkly crown begin.” The corner of her lip curls only slightly, her eyes slipping away from him and now onto the oasis water. She pitches her spear to the sand, shrugs her bearskin beside it and finally glides gluttonously into the cool liquid. Her muscles, taut with the strain of the desert, relax.
Feliks, too, has finally broken his stare with the stallion and bounds into the water with reckless abandon. Avdotya scowls, but she looks over her shoulder away from the borzoi and towards Ramses. ”Your blood is Davke, yes?” Enough talk of the capitol.
@ramses
”Raum is dead.” Her response is blunt, but it is laced with a minute sense of irritation. The bastard had gone and died before she was able get to him... not to end him herself (even she knew that pleasure was for Seraphina), but to make sure that he knew going into his death that she sought to take anything he may have ever loved. The viper wanted him to know that she would find it- find them and snuff their life out the way his own excessive laws had stolen her sister from her. She wanted him to know and she wanted him to suffer in the fact that there would be nothing he could do about it as he lay dying.
But Avdotya did not have that chance and she feels the ire that it has caused brewing in her chest. ”Let the squabbles over their sparkly crown begin.” The corner of her lip curls only slightly, her eyes slipping away from him and now onto the oasis water. She pitches her spear to the sand, shrugs her bearskin beside it and finally glides gluttonously into the cool liquid. Her muscles, taut with the strain of the desert, relax.
Feliks, too, has finally broken his stare with the stallion and bounds into the water with reckless abandon. Avdotya scowls, but she looks over her shoulder away from the borzoi and towards Ramses. ”Your blood is Davke, yes?” Enough talk of the capitol.
@ramses
Avdotya.
